Rewards and Smoke Alarm Screams

So, I went to bed around 11 last night. Woke to hear the sounds of that stupid smoke alarm making plaintive, random beeping noises...at 1 in the morning.

To quote Queen Victoria, I was not amused.

Since I didn't have the oven on and the room clearly wasn't smoky, I can only assume the battery was going.

I tried to ignore it and roll over and go back to sleep, but it stabbed into my ears. I kept thinking of the neighbors coming to ask me to kill the screaming beeps.

Finally I got fed up. I got the desk chair, stood on it, and ripped the front of the smoke alarm out of the ceiling, removing the battery and tossing the whole thing on the dresser to be dealt with in the morning.

I have to call maintenance and have them replace the battery. They're probably going to be a little mad that I took it apart last night in order to get some sleep.

But I think the average person would have done the same thing. I don't want that thing screaming while I and the neighbors are trying to sleep.

My plans today are small. I have to get tortilla chips because I'm nearly out. I'm going out for lunch as my reward for surviving summer classes. British TV Night tonight. That's it. I'm taking it day by day around here and taking it easy. I'm on vacation.

Sounds like rain might be finally arriving. Hope it clears up by 10.

Gonna go play a a game so ta,
Bec

PS: Didn't go anywhere but to the Dollar Store to get the chips and olives. I asked about refried beans but the girl had never HEARD of such a thing as refried beans. Dear Lord. Half the city is Hispanic these days and she doesn't KNOW?

I just LOVE unobservant idiots. They make my day a little brighter, and remind me that I'm smarter than at least half the population most of the time.

I'm watching Two Towers and wanting the DVD's with all my heart. Sigh. Patience is a virtue.

British TV Night is starting at 8, but the pre-show starts at 6. I have the chips, salsa, guacamole, and Snapeas prepared and waiting. I've been trying to eat really healthy all day so that I could snack out tonight and feel less guilty (ha ha ha) but I keep finding cookies in my hands and I'm not sure how it's happening.

I chose to not get the pizza. Instead I'm going to buy myself a bottle of lotion, which costs about as much but as far as reward goes will go on for months till the bottle runs out. Pizza lasts a half-hour at most. The lotion pays better dividends in the long run. I didn't really want to eat alone anyway, and when and if my parents get here in December we can go there and maybe have pizza or something.

An alert to anyone coming to pound on my door and generally annoy me: Anyone who bothers me tonight will be ignored. Nothing, but NOTHING interrupts British TV Night (save electrical outages. I hope we don't have one tonight.)

By the way, there was absolutely no response as far as the smoke alarm goes. I refuse to put that thing back on the ceiling until they call me telling me they're coming to fix it. Sheesh. What does a girl have to do to get a battery replaced around here?